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the mars volta - the widow
He?s got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shardes
They?re the kind that will talk
Through a weezing of coughs
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cause I?ll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from?
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I?ll hide
Cause I?ll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I?m bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Everynight
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from?
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I?ll hide
Cause I?ll never
Never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
Cause I'll never
Never Sleep Alone
the mars volta - televators
Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
Riddle me this:
Three half eaten corneas
Who hit the area
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth that
Split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face?
A room coloured charlatan hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go..
the mars volta - noctourniquet
Make my bed in droughts of beryl
I haven't shot this thing in years
Do you think I'll fold?
Calloused hands of detriment
From a crossbow flinch of gasping air
Do you think I'll...
So long, don't fall apart
The words have made a perfect burden
Sewn along your hollow heart
We'll never hassle you
Remember at the hips where we once joined
Severed by the scalpel when we were young
Do you think I'll fold?
Held under the water in a blacklist trough
Buried in the plots of your front steps
Do you think I'll fold?
Incinerate the faith that you were taught
Incinerate your crown of useless flesh
Do you think I'll...
So long, don't fall apart
The words have made a perfect burden
Sewn along your hollow heart
We'll never hassle you
And if this life belonged to me
You can stop the rain from falling
Tie it on in your mind
Its your noctourniquet
And in your fight to live and breathe
Then you keep it to the night
Tie it on in your mind
Its your noctourniquet
Made my bed in droughts of beryl
I haven't shot this thing in years
Do you think I'll fold?
Your color seems to flower from your hissing tongue
Your livery of siblings cut from saffron cloth
Do you think I'll fold?
I'll reach out through the pavement with the shortest straw
Lavera, don't play in your mother's drawer
Do you think I'll fold?
Come hasten to the first drop of endless flasks
Heretics and peasants with a quench forboding
Do you think I'll...
So long, don't fall apart
The words have made a perfect burden
Sewn along your hollow heart
We'll never hassle you
So long, don't fall apart
The words have made a perfect burden
Sewn along your hollow heart
Whatever one takes, whatever one takes for you
the mars volta - trinkets pale of moon
By the landfill I rest
I burn their clothing before I dig into the ground
I am janus-faced denial with vines
Youâ??re going to wish you hadnâ??t run
Clarodine is calling me
I hear the hearts of tiny beaten drums
I feigned umbrage at my bruising fists
Youâ??re going to wish you hadnâ??t run
And with these trinkets pale of moon
Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles
When I nurse your tired heart
For every time you hear this strain of lullabies collapsing
Walk towards the echo and let it hold you trembling
Their gourds are punctured easily
Amnesia fumes in little twists of silk
Induce this multi-strobe with melody
Youâ??re going to wish you hadnâ??t run
Iâ??ll sing you up a seedy earth
My father taught me when I was young
Youâ??ll wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia
Youâ??re going to wish you hadnâ??t run
the mars volta - wax simulacra
Came back to tell yourself I broke in twos,
Define the puncture, when will I know to,
I found something to shake by the roots,
I come along to see what's in your room,
The Coma's spending time to answer you,
I need something laid out for him,
Am I waiting now,
Does my waiting howl,
Am I waiting now?
Does my waiting howl.
I bring an avalanche of taunted bones,
Contaminate your cravings if you choose,
To pray something then extra will spill
Whom after me form out a content high,
Inhale the vapors that will heal your smile,
Hope for something to shake by the roots.
Am I waiting now,
Does my waiting howl,
Am I waiting now,
Does my waiting howl.
Bring me the tame,
Witness germinating the child,
The word of mouth stutters,
Blink at the lonely guise
the mars volta - this apparatus must be unearthed
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame
Ive been searching for so long
For something to
anonymous
avenge my name
anonymous
avenge my name
you came here on time
I just hope that it's not to late
I've seen you at night
Biteing the frost of silence
Can you cure us of this fate
Mock the litany in its face
Is that you moatilliatta
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous
Avenge my name
Anonymous
Avenge my name
Hex zero rouge
He'll hybernate no more
The altars run dry
Prefect dictate your final words
does it sting of augur truth
was your temple left in ruins
is that you moatilliatta
I've been waiting for so long
for someone to
mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous
Avenge my name
Anonymous
Avenge my name
This is the altar
The one that you let me die in
On your knees
How you wept
Much like omertta
The quiet has shielded all intent
On the ground it appears
Like wrath
Avenging the lamb as bait
In a bed of nails you made
Who made this effigy
Is there straw dressed in these fields
And now it won't be long
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to
Mend all the blame
I've been searching for so long
For something to
Anonymous
Avenge my name
Anonymous
the mars volta - sarcophagi
The Mars Volta - Sarcophagi
The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens
a depth perception languished in the night
all my life I've been sewing the wounds
but the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud
the mars volta - the malkin jewel
I mustâ??ve crawled through your bedroom door in a fit of jealous breath
Perched upon the backest foot of your unsuspecting bed
From the blossom rags of my jackal croon to the stems of the cinquefoil
I give to you the shrapnel with which to sprinkle in a soil
All the traps in the cellar go clickety clack
Because you know I always set them for you
And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
You know theyâ??re going to take me to you
You wash it down with harlot soap well is this what you want
Iâ??ll paint your steps with the lilac stains of a smelter revenant
My cutlery is rattling in the dormant wooden drawers
From the palm of my throne Iâ??m begging you to cut the orchid cord
All the traps in the cellar go clickety clack
Because you know I always set them for you
And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
You know theyâ??re going to take me to you
I know a girl that was woven in spindle and thread
Trapped in the bivouac of taffeta scaffold in wed
She tosses and turns and wakes all the children in beds
Yawning with hunger they take turns of nourishment
And she says
Somebody help me
Is there anybody that can set me free
From the mountains of - they sent me to you
My ankle turns flesh to gravel
the mars volta - plant a nail in the navel stream
25 wives in the lake tonight
raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
25 snakes pour out your eyes
yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine
25 wives in the lake tonight
raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
25 snakes pour out your eyes
yeah the icepicks cumming
cumming tonight...
25 snakes are drowning...
the mars volta - soothsayer
My love becomes a mange
Dyeing autumn in its leaves
When it broke me in the branch
Where my antlers come to feed
And I swam a hundred days
In the bosom of this filth
Carry on this drought
As I tighten my belt
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
Calling me she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads
In a field of balding marble
Where the medicine awaits
The hourglass pokes at
The ribs of my cage
At half rations I'm finished
At half rations the minutes
All that happens was given
Coil and embrace
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads
the mars volta - in absentia
There was once a boy
With knives stuck in his voice
All he wanted, all he wanted was a little affection
Until one day he came
To tempt his mother's taste
All she wanted, all she wanted was to spread her infection
Spit and spindle we refuse
Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend
Her broken thoughts
They've stolen all my love
Buried in absentia
Can you hear my vitreous heart
Breaking in absentia
Smokestacks burn
I won't turn
I won't ever let you go
They've stolen all my love
Yes, they've stolen all my love
He returns alone
Changes here nor there
Does he want some
Does he want a little insurrection?
Withhold my regrets
Insomnatic fate
Opt out of incision
Tear down the reason
I've just gotta get out of here
Spit and spindle we refuse
Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend
Her restless limbs
They've stolen all my love
Buried in absentia
Can you hear my vitreous heart
Breaking in absentia
Smokestacks burn
I won't turn
I won't ever let you go
They've stolen all my love
Yes, they've stolen all my love
Taken by the night
Dye the gates remembrance
Check the puzzle, does it fit
I am alpha and omega
And on the seventh day I rise
Past the pangs of my resistance
When the son gives up his throne
What becomes of this theft
Dasehra, make these shackles go away
Dasehra, make these shackles go away
Dasehra, won't you help me stand my ground if I should fall
Dasehra, as long as I am injured
Dasehra, as long as I remember
Dasehra, as long as I am injured
Dasehra, as long as I remember
the mars volta - zed and two naughts
I'm not breathing any better
Mallets crack with every grin
I hear the scraping plea of branches
Against my broken window
I won't let you in
The silhouette holds me under
Can't poke me with these pins
Flotsam drip of nectar
Nexus bean sprouting
When she says
Saint christopher
Don't go wandering
With noone left to save
Cause noone's at the wheel
Saint christopher
Antidote claps with thunder
From a gash of staple rain
This bed will never rest you
The answers in the sermons
I won't let you in
The stoking fits the crowning
A wasted gust of kin
Repulsion turns to nectar
When the pigment leaves the body
When she says
Saint christopher
Don't go wandering
With noone left to save
Cause noone's at the wheel
Saint christopher
Lastborn prey and firstborn caught
Crawling like an animal
Hold your breath its feeding time
In this zed and two naughts
Painted a fulcrum of caves
Piled with dreams of
Phantom masses made of pastures
Labyrinths turning, cystic maze
I've been hanging wreaths of cancer
On every door where children sing
Watch it all blister
Saint christopher
Don't go wandering
With noone left to save
Cause noone's at the wheel
Saint christopher
the mars volta - empty vessels make the loudest sound
If I trust in the wind she will pave me a different road
I will try and start over but I think I must choose someone else
I am pulled from the pages where the letters lack the pigment of trust
Must be on my way, I've got to get home
Won't be back someday, so let it unfold
I've abandoned the outcome in search of the rest I deserve
You can do what you will with my body but I won't ring the bell
I've omitted the chapters that bow and admit defeat
Must be on my way, I've got to get home
Won't be back someday, so let it unfold
I am a mountain
Of cavernous people
Searching for a lighthouse in the fog
Of the flowers that grew from the cracks in the ground you paved
Didn't you think he would warn me through the thorns of my waking dreams
When the riddles connected the dots of this constellation
Must be on my way, I've got to get home
Won't be back someday, so let it unfold
I am a mountain
Of cavernous people
Searching for a lighthouse in the fog
I found a reason to leave you with this load
All I can do is forgive your broken heart
Trapped in this tower made of amber for too long
All I can do is forgive your broken heart
the mars volta - metatron
Maybe I?ll breakdown
Maybe I?ll try
Circumvent innoculation
And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown
Lately I might
Unconnect the fascination
And I just want to touch
This is a list
They?re my demands
Forget the question
Come on bring
Your nervous hands
You read it in my letter,
?Patience worth is dead?
Suffocate the inkwell
I am legion said the pen
Her seraph snout
And cruciform limp
I blame the shrouding
Of a lesser man
My sigil contraptions
They work with
No crutches
Don?t show me
The hinges
I am absent
She came to me
When she was
Pouring out of drool
Under sedation
Under vulgar multitudes
If you stay and try
To fix what you did
The sheets were wet from
All those messages
A million petitions
Her lock with no key
You forfeit the right to be believed
Full implant
Shapeless as a jewel
And I am stranded by eternal solitude
The vault that I call home
It falls beneath your palms
Before I crawl my out she calls
When you?re standing
Right outside my window
Water thirsting
You're standing
Right outside my window
When will I drown
I?ll never get a distance shot
Heard vessper pure
I never want to see your face
Until the word is made flesh
You?d better ask Metatron
Those flowers that withered away
In the pages of your book
For one day
They won?t block your route
In the dead plot
You dream in
Ten go away
Ten born of pray
Ten go away
Folding wormholes
My time is riding
In the alphabet
My time is
Writing on the wall
Debase by your sentence
I fell in the trap
What door slid behind me
I can?t see it anymore
When she sleeps as a witness
Got no better hands
Tied a single stutter
Do you speak my dialect
Accidents will happen
Keep your earnings to yourself
One sip under the table
Until it moves all by itself
Eye of Fatima
I?ve kept all your dreams
In a waking isolation
Of indictment
the mars volta - teflon
Just don't know the layman's terms
to call the mess you bleed
Crawls beneath the surface
sought blood through a family tree
The date's been changed
with each new phase
I'm anxious bouts of nervous
What am I without the bruises?
These switches won't come on
What do I do to lose it?
Beneath this distress call
Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with a body inside
[x2]
Frames of infrared
keep scrolling into focus
Scarab claimed the busy signal
with the habits that you noticed
The date's been changed
with each new phase
I'm anxious bouts of nervous
What am I without the bruises?
These switches won't come on
What do I do to lose it?
Beneath this distress call
Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with a body inside
[x2]
Take in all the hostages
into the Oval Office
Draw the curtains, part their hair
and pull the trigger softly
If they have become empty
then I'll just take you with me
One driver in your motorcade
is all it takes, is all it takes
Selling graves in teflon veins
is all it takes is all it takes
What am I without the bruises?
These switches won't come on
What do I do to lose it?
Beneath this distress call
Let the wheels burn, let the wheels burn
Stack the tires to the neck with a body inside
[x2]
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